We sit, clashing smiles, seeing each other, hoping for blood. Again. It’s not enough to read our history. Word of mouth is a joke we understand, it’ll only play out nicely when we kill one another. Don’t you agree. The boy was confused by the rock. It was a menacing rock. He’d been deep in the woods and fallen asleep next to it. ‘Why do you speak to me, rock.’ the rock did not reply.
M. Taggart
Copyright 2017
Nice. Sort of Yiannis Ritsos-ish.
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Interesting
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I appreciate this. I am now more familiar with Yiannis Ritsos.
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Anytime Mate.
Here’s another one I like from the vault: Vasko Popa.
And the recently departed Thomas Lux.
Enjoy
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